Unexpected Heartstrings
Rain drenched the streets. Only one auto rickshaw struggled through the downpour.
"Step aside. I don't have time for delays," he snapped, glaring at her.
She shot back, defiant, "Then maybe you shouldn't be standing in the rain."
They stared at each other, soaked to the bone, stubborn as ever-neither willing to give an inch.
Enemies at first sight. Forced together by fate.